My Kindle is broken. Not repairable. Forever gone.
I really loved my Kindle. I loved shopping for books by reading the customer reviews. (I especially liked when I trusted myself more than the reviewers and bought a book anyway.) I loved swapping e-books with my mom via our shared Amazon account. Oh, and I loved the ability to purchase a book right there on the spot. I was never without a book. (My husband probably didn’t love this feature so much. The kind folks at Amazon sure did.) I loved the leather cover I splurged on to make it feel more book-y. And with the click of a button, I could share my recent reads with my Facebook friends, which led to more discussions about good books. Yeah, I really loved my Kindle.
When my dearest Kindle hit the garbage can, I found myself on Amazon, ready to order a replacement. My finger hovered over the mouse, ready to hit ‘purchase’…. and then I suddenly became wistful.
I do miss the weight of a book in my hands. I miss dog-earing a page after I’ve stayed up reading far too late into the night and then setting the book on the end table, only to catch sight of its cover first thing in the morning and think I can’t wait to get back to that book.
And even though I can share Kindle books with my mom so easily, I do miss the physical hand-off of a real book. “Here, I finished this. It’s really good,” my mom would say as she pulled her latest read out of her purse. “What’s it about?” I would ask, and then unable to resist, I would have to pick up the book right away, read the back cover, thumb through the pages, read the first page, inhale it’s bookly scent. The book would typically travel from my mom, to me, to a friend, back to me, to my sister, to our cousin, to her friend…. I miss that.
Mostly,though, what I miss is wandering aimlessly through libraries and book stores. Knowing I was ready for my next good read, but not knowing what it might be. Looking for interesting covers, familiar authors, quirky titles. Picking up books, putting them down. Meandering through Best-Sellers and Young Adult, taking a detour into Cooking. Carrying around handfuls of books, knowing I could only purchase a few. Sure, it doesn’t have the convenience of Amazon’s one-click buying, but, man, it was rewarding. I miss that.
So. Here I sit. Indecisive and temporarily book-less.